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In a world where Supernaturals exist, it is only right for them to stay under the radar but not anymore. Arabella is a girl with a heart of gold however, she is as fearless as she can get.
Chosen to be apart of the...
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A R A B E L L A
The warm, soothing water pours down my naked body, cascading like a stream of waterfall as I relinquished the sensation of the steamy water. My mind fades into a foggy state, Sir Keran's words echoing in my head; more like the sheet of prophecy that he found in Drakon's cave. That was two days ago when Dragon Academy's warriors are told to be situated at the borders of the city-- ready to burst in action in case of any attack. Two days ago when I last met Erebus and his Clan and yet it feels as if I've never met him in such a long time.
My tattoo thrummed and pulsated in a weird comfortingly way, sending waves of warmth down my body just like how I would feel whenever Erebus was around, curled by my side protectively. He knew that I loved his company- more than Chrysaor's and he was really smug about it. If he had the chance to meet Chrysaor face to face, he would gladly rub it in his face for fun.
Gently rubbing the swirl of inky black mark, a small smile crept up my face at the thought of having my own dragon, my life time companion and my best friend. Never have I ever thought I would ever be chosen to participate in Dragon's Academy trials, better yet, having a bonded. Just a few months back, the sheer thought of having dragons the size of ships surrounding us made me break into a sweat. In two weeks time, I realised that I will finally hit the legal age.
Celebrating my birthday doesn't really appeal to me considering I'm not celebrating with both my parents, Alerisa and Lucas. As well as Aphra and Kellan; those two majestic large horses that accompanied my lonely self for the past years. It hurts- knowing that I can't visit them back in Mystic Oasis, but I knew that I couldn't dwell on the fact that laws are laws and I was secretly hoping I could hold onto the tiny sliver of hope, the chance to be in their arms again.
Is this what homesickness felt like?
Running a hand down my wet face, I switch the tap off and grabbed my dark blue towel that covered half of my body. The cold air nipped against my skin as I stepped out of the shower and I raise my gaze to look into the mirror that covered almost the entire wall above the marbled sink.
The girl standing opposite me was somehow- different. With dark bags hanging underneath those stormy grey eyes, tan skin that looked plain and pale as if she had just recovered from a fever and it didn't help that I could see hollowness and shadow from where her cheekbones sat. All in all, one word to describe her is; exhausted.
Well who wouldn't be when I've been plaque with nightmares that could mentally scar a mundane mind. It was the same nightmare; over and over again. Everyone that I love; Erebus, Alerisa, Lucas, Chrysaor and the others, dead around me. Their lifeless eyes screams pain and disgust, as if I was the sole purpose of their death. And then I saw him- Dionysus, with his crown perched on his head like a trophy, a obsidian black cape covering his large body as he held onto the crystal ball with his army of demons behind him.
